Poem for her 189

Dear Readers,



There she was.



There she was in the parking lot in a car
When I got out of the Office.

There she was in the parking lot out of
The car and standing in a slate coat.

There she was in the bright sunshine
Sitting on the couch smiling softly.

There she was standing in a market place
Hands folded and aware of me.

There she was standing there and talking
The painted nails a brand new shade.

There she was Sitting in the seat of the van
The film rolling as I notice the Threads.

There she was and then there she is
And then the sliding of my hand
Over the sounds of her soft
I love you.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.